Dopeboy Music

Lyrics

[Intro: Maceo] Dope boy music This for all the dope boys, man Dope boy music All my niggas out there getting that motherfucking oney everyday Taking these motherfucking chances, nigga Hey [Chorus: Maceo] This dope boy music Dope boy music Dope boy music Real dope boy music This dope boy music Dope boy music Dope boy music Real dope boy music Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow Count that money up, ship it out the door Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow Count that money up, ship it out the door [Verse 1: Maceo] Hit the spot with the work, tell me what you need Was a dime ass nigga, now I'm slanging OD's I was 12 years old, watching bruh bag up Ain't nobody give a shit, the fuck, we had to run it up Back then, it was statе, now it's federal 1 false movе, I sware I won't get out Man, I'm so far in the dope game, I sware I can't get out Bitch, my daddy sold dope, so [?] make us prowd Remix this bitch, remix that bitch Shout out to Southside G, that recipe, it made me rich That's why them white diamonds keep on dancing on my wrist You know my flow hard, A1 brick [Chorus: Maceo] This dope boy music Dope boy music Dope boy music Real dope boy music This dope boy music Dope boy music Dope boy music Real dope boy music Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow Count that money up, ship it out the door Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow Count that money up, ship it out the door [Verse 2: Young Scooter] Them bricks, they cost me 31, them bails, done cost me nothing A 62, whip to a whole 6 ounce Do the math, 500 off a zip, nigga 40 racks off a brick I don't know a nigga Who got hustle like this I can school an OG on how to run up a check Your price, your hype, get whatever you like 57, 570, 48, 480 [?] hardtop crazy, finesse, play [?] A Freebanb juug, I just copped for 180 You minemom waging, I count up crazy BMG on the bricks, 'cause nigga, I made them [Chorus: Maceo] This dope boy music Dope boy music Dope boy music Real dope boy music This dope boy music Dope boy music Dope boy music Real dope boy music Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow Count that money up, ship it out the door Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow Count that money up, ship it out the door [Verse 3: Future] I'm a dope nigga to my soul, I'm fresh up out that bole I got Guccis on my eyes, and I can't see nothing but them loads That moola and that fetti, I ain't chasing none of these hoes These hoes, they chase the kid, like I'm worth a pot of gold I'm working with the 4, I'm a Freeband boss I was running to the car, now I pull up at a [?] I took so many losses, I gotta get it out the pot Your trap ain't rolling, if your spot ain't hot I got 2 chickens on me, 1 in my right, one in my left ear Every year we ran it up, but this year, we persevere Grind harder, I got a lawyer [?] In the meantime, I can make a 4 to a quarter [Chorus: Maceo] This dope boy music Dope boy music Dope boy music Real dope boy music This dope boy music Dope boy music Dope boy music Real dope boy music Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow Count that money up, ship it out the door Half a brick, whole brick, A1 blow Count that money up, ship it out the door